Dashing though the snow in a pair of broken skis,
over hills we go smashing into trees.
the snow is turning red, i think i'm almost dead
and now i'm in the hospital with stitches in my head ...
oh, Santa Claus, Santa Claus, you are very fat,
I was sleeping peacefully but not my bed is flat.
oh, Santa Claus, Santa Claus, how much do you weigh?
i'm glad i'm not a reindeer that has to pull your sleigh
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